for your fic giveaway thing - the first time Fitz feels ready to have sex with Jemma post-season 4, through dealing with his trauma. Can be as silly, fluffy, angsty, or drama-filled as you like, or a combination of it all, or as smutty or fade-to-black as you like. However you feel it should go!
1) I’m still laughing about this. 2) as you already know, there’s no technical intercourse, but sex does ensue. 3) probably not quite what you were envisioning when you prompted, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. <3 Anniversary Ficlet 8/8.Rated a solid M, for sexual content, & vague mentions of canon noncon. FitzSimmons. Future fic, space!fic, sex positive/focused. emotionally follows this, this, & this ficlets.
Sex was making Leopold Fitz very anxious.
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His psychologist told him that following his instincts to wait was the right thing to do, and Jemma vehemently agreed. No matter how many aborted make-out sessions they had, she always shifted to accommodate him, whether that meant physical space or just halting the action. The problem was that even if he knew he wasn’t ready for the kind of vulnerability that came with sex, or for that very specific (once freeing, now paralyzing) lack of control, he wanted to do something more. For himself, as well as for her.
What he missed the most was not even that frantic rush to the finish line, that white heat of release and endorphins and sweat, but the feeling of being a part of Jemma, of their bodies merging until he couldn’t tell where he ended and she began. The moments when even their hearts beat in time, eyes catching whenever they weren’t fluttering closed and words becoming irrelevant. Late at night, when Fitz lay in his space station bunk and missed being able to wake up to Jemma’s head on his chest, he tortured himself with an infinite reel of love and surrender and ecstasy he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to experience again.
But he’d be damned if he didn’t keep trying.
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